Gwynt

Making the most of a long connection between bus and train at Rhyl, I headed down to the beach for my lunch. And no, I didn’t get sand in my sandwiches :)

Easter weekend is usually the start of the season proper for coastal resorts, and the dodgems and log rides were indeed in action. I prefer the more sedate pursuits of listening to the waves and watching the turbines of Gwynt y Môr dance in the breeze. We’ll be needing more of these.

I’m back in Yorkshire now, but still have the rest of the week off work including the next couple of days with the kids to look forward to.